#i love sleepyheads! They are adorable

[nogacheloveka-blog]

Sometimes it's just a bad dream

You won't conquer the world if you don't do a couple of mundane things sweetly. Just a little sketch on how Nightmare sleeps and wakes up. Wrapping himself in a cocoon of negativity, like those cute little coiled snakes. I think he's very cute when sleepy. references below

Вы не сможете захватить мир, если не делаете парочку обыденных вещей мило. Просто небольшая зарисовка на тему того как Найтмер спит и просыпается. Заворачивается в кокон из негатива, как те мило свернувшиеся змейки. Думаю, что он очень милый, когда сонный. Вот мои референсы vvv

[creativesplat]

Early Morning

[silverselfshippingchaos]

big fan of how like half of h.aar's feh drawings are just of him sleeping

[xo100]

Lazy mornings - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Lando Norris loves lazy mornings with you, sharing sweet kisses, soft touches, and playful conversations. In these quiet moments, he feels completely at peace, treasuring the time spent together.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1304

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Lando Norris had never been much of a morning person. Racing, adrenaline, and speed had always been his lifeblood, but the early wake-up calls that came with his career? Not so much. However, that all changed when you entered his life.

You had been dating for just a few weeks now, and yet, it felt like longer in the best way possible. Every moment with you felt comfortable, as if you two had known each other for years. Especially these lazy mornings together.

Lando loved lazy mornings, but only because he got to spend them with you.

-

It was one of those mornings now. The sun was barely peeking through the cracks of the curtains, painting a soft golden hue over the room. The world outside was still quiet, not quite ready to start the day. But inside Lando’s bedroom, everything was warm, peaceful, and just... right.

Lando stirred, blinking slowly as he felt the familiar weight of your body next to him. He smiled to himself before rolling onto his side to face you, his heart swelling with affection. He loved seeing you like this—sleeping so peacefully, with your hair splayed out over the pillow, your face soft and serene. He often found himself wondering how he got so lucky.

Without thinking too much about it, he reached out, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered on your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across your skin. You let out a little sigh in your sleep, shifting slightly closer to him. Lando couldn’t help but grin.

He leaned in closer, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally, to your lips. They were quick, feather-light kisses, but they held all the sweetness in the world. He loved waking you up like this—slowly, softly, without any rush. It was one of the little routines he'd grown to adore in your short time together.

Your eyelids fluttered slightly, and he knew you were starting to wake up, but you hadn’t opened your eyes just yet. Lando didn’t mind. He scooted closer, pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of your body against his felt like home. He loved the way you fit against him, as if you were made to be held by him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Lando murmured into your hair, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep.

You groaned softly, your lips twitching into a small smile, but your eyes remained closed. “Too early…” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, making Lando chuckle.

“It’s never too early when you’re this cute,” he teased, pressing another kiss to your temple.

You finally cracked an eye open, just enough to give him a sleepy, half-hearted glare. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Norris,” you murmured, though there was no real bite to your words.

“Oh really?” Lando’s hand began to gently trace up and down your back, the touch so soft it sent a shiver down your spine. He grinned mischievously, knowing the effect he had on you.

You rolled your eyes, even though you couldn’t help the way your body relaxed further into him. “Maybe just a little bit,” you conceded with a playful smile, closing your eyes again.

Lando’s grin widened, proud of himself. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of you. It was comforting, grounding. “I love mornings like this,” he confessed quietly, his voice softer now, more vulnerable.

You hummed in agreement, your fingers lazily tracing circles on his arm. “Yeah?” you asked, still half-asleep.

“Mhm,” he mumbled against your skin, his lips brushing lightly against your collarbone. “I love waking up next to you. Feels like… I don’t know. Like everything’s just the way it’s supposed to be.”

That made you smile, and you finally opened your eyes fully, looking up at him. His face was inches from yours, his messy hair falling over his forehead in a way that made him look even younger, even softer. There was something about seeing him like this—unguarded, gentle—that made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah?” you repeated, your voice softer now, more sincere.

“Yeah,” Lando said, his eyes locking onto yours, a rare seriousness in his gaze. “I like this. Us. Feels good.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. It wasn’t hurried or passionate, but slow and tender, filled with the warmth of a shared moment. When you pulled back, you found him grinning at you like a lovesick puppy, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Lando said, his grin only growing. “You’re just... beautiful, that’s all.”

You rolled your eyes again, though your heart fluttered at his words. “You’re ridiculous.

“And yet you love me,” he shot back quickly, his playful tone back in full force.

You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Who says I love you?”

Lando gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded. “Ouch. That hurts, babe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound filling the room with warmth. “Alright, alright. Maybe I do love you a little.”

Lando’s eyes lit up at that, even though he already knew. Still, hearing you say it—even just a little—made his chest swell with happiness. He leaned down, kissing you again, deeper this time, but still slow and tender.

His hand moved to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing gently against the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up a bit. It was innocent, but still enough to make your breath catch slightly. He noticed, of course, and pulled back with a smug little smirk.

“You’re trouble,” you whispered, narrowing your eyes at him, though there was no real annoyance behind it.

“I know,” he said, grinning, his fingers now tracing patterns along your waist. “But you like it.”

“Debatable,” you replied, though the way your body was reacting to his touch betrayed your words.

Lando chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

You sighed dramatically, pretending to be exasperated, but truthfully, you loved these mornings just as much as he did. The lazy conversations, the gentle touches, the way he looked at you like you were his entire world—it was something you never knew you needed until you met Lando.

As you lay there, tangled up in each other, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You weren’t rushing to start the day, weren’t thinking about anything outside of this bed, this moment. And that was rare. Especially for Lando, whose life was usually a whirlwind of fast cars, media obligations, and constant travel.

But here, in this quiet moment, it was just you and him. No race cars. No cameras. Just two people in love, basking in the warmth of a lazy morning together.

Lando shifted slightly, pulling you even closer—if that were possible—and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand continued to draw lazy patterns on your back, soothing and comforting.

“I could stay like this forever,” Lando murmured, his voice soft and content.

“Me too,” you whispered back, feeling the same way.

He smiled, his fingers still trailing along your skin. “We should do this more often.”

“We do this every morning,” you teased.

“Yeah, but we should make it a rule. No early mornings unless it’s for racing,” he said, his tone playful but his words sincere.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Deal.”

And with that, you both fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. The world outside could wait. For now, this was all that mattered.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, I hope y’all enjoyed! Also thank you so much for the support on my other stories!

[ninikrumbs]

what gave it away?

Satoru gojo x dense reader. fluff.

Satoru Gojo, the strongest, the honored one. The world practically shifted on its axis the moment he was born. Curses feared him, fellow sorcerers respected him, and women swoon at the mere sight of him. He is indispensable in the battle field and the head of one of the three prominent families in the Jujutsu World meaning he was rich beyond his means. Yet to your bewilderment, here he was, standing in your little kitchen, cooking an omelet for you, with fresh coffee ready in the pot. The morning light made his snowy hair look radiant, his eyes glowing, and a small smile decorating his lips. He looked absolutely ethereal.

A hand on the hip of his luxury pants, another on your cute pastel pink spatula, eyes so focused on his task before he saw you eyeing him at the corner of his eyes. Instantly all his focus directed to you, a gentle smile forming on his face. And it was a type of smile that reached his eyes, nothing but pure contentment grace his beautiful features. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

You felt something clicked in your head, but like a missing puzzle piece you didn’t even know you were looking for. Almost speechless, you mumbled a low good morning back.

“Morning.” you eye him suspiciously as you slowly sat down on the bar stool in front of your kitchen island. He did not seem to notice your sudden perplexities of him as you studied him intently.

"Satoru, why are you here?” you asked hesitantly, propping your hands on your chin.

He looked at you, blue eyes puzzled as he turned off the stove. “What do you mean? I vaguely remember offering to cook you breakfast yesterday. Did ya forget?”

You shake your head. “No, I meant why are you cooking breakfast for me?”

Confusion and worry graced his features as he gazed at you intently, his eyes wandering all of over your face. “Are you okay? Feeling sick?”

His hand flew to your forehead before replacing it with his own forehead. You pulled away from his close proximity, your cheeks burning before clumsily saying “That is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

You sighed. The sight of Gojo in his teachers uniform in your kitchen was a common occurrence, but it hasn't occurred to you until now about the why. Why is he in your kitchen during the mornings, cooking you breakfast? Why is he randomly giving you flowers,cause he thought you would like them? Why would he drop a mission for you because he thought you were sick?

You always thought that Gojo's act of services were just the results of a life long friendship built on mutual respect and trust, and of course you liked to think you did care and love each other on a platonic level, but could it be something else?

The late night visits after his missions, the endless souvenirs, the unabashed physical affection. His sulky moments when you don’t give him your attention and how he always tries to make you happy. Were you really this dense?

Your head tilted to the side, pure and utter disbelief in your voice as you speak, “You’re in love with me.”

Surprise passed his features. His bright azure eyes wide, and jaw falling slightly slacked. He was silent for a moment, before giving a low chuckle. “What gave it away?”

Now, It was your turn to be taken aback. He wasn’t even trying to denying it, in fact he looked relieved like a weight was lifted off his shoulder. His lips curved into a teasing smile, but his eyes. Oh his eyes, they were full of unfiltered adoration.

“You are?” You breathed in disbelief. Did he really shower you with his love all this time without ever knowing that it was gonna be reciprocated?

He huffed a laugh before making his way to you, squeezing himself between your thighs and pressed his forehead against yours. “For a couple of years now, thought you’d never notice.”

[churipu]

jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[ohimsummer]

lovey-dovey, kiss, kiss

— cult leader! suguru x puppy hybrid! reader, fluff :33, lots of kissing, clingy reader, pet names (lovely, darling, (my) angel, sleepyhead)

wc 1.1k

it’s a little past midnight when geto finally arrives home. he didn’t mean to stay so late at the temple, but the workload is above his head at this point and he’s behind. though you might be disappointed, geto is still certain you’ll understand, if you care at all besides just getting to see him again.

he pulls out his keys, cringing at the harsh sound of the jingle which shatters the night’s silence.

“suguru?”

he can’t help but smile at the muffled call of your voice from inside, imagining the alert look on your face, and those perked puppy ears as you tilt your head at the noise. there’s a quick patter of footsteps as geto puts the keys in the lock.

“suguru! suguru, suguru, suguru!”

the gap in the door is barely an inch wide before you’re shoving your way through. geto doesn’t even have the chance to step inside before you’re in his arms, embracing him in a hug as you whine and yip excitedly in his ear.

he tightens an arm around your waist so you don’t fall—muscle memory. you tend to step on geto’s feet if he doesn’t, always so eager to hop up and kiss him everywhere as a welcome home that you don’t even realize.

your legs instinctively coil around his waist. “suguru! how’s your day been, lovely? i missed you! it got so boring here without you.”

“yeah?,” he murmurs, kicking the door closed behind him and finally returning one of the many kisses you pepper him with. it calms you and your wiggling motions if only for a moment, but the wag of your tail never stops. “i missed you too, pretty.” another short peck, this time to your lips and it has you giggling in excitement. “it’s late. have you been up waiting for me?”

“maaaybe!”, you confess immediately. it’s cute. geto knows that you know he doesn’t like you staying up all the time waiting for him to get home, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind to lie. you’re too busy licking and kissing at his neck, nibbling here and there to smother your beloved owner in the love that’s been brewing all day.

geto whisks you away down the hall, speaking a hushed summary of his day through your barrage puppy love.

“you’re such a busy man.”, you huff at him. “you should stay home more.”

geto smiles at you. despite the downturn of your brows to give him an angry glare, your still-wagging tail gives away your genuine feelings. you would never truly be mad at him.

he places you on the bed in futile hopes that you will stay put while he goes for a shower, but geto can sense you right on his heels the moment his back turns. the smile etched on his face grows wider until his eyes are upturned into little crescent moons—of course you wouldn’t actually stay away from him for a single second. not when geto’s been gone so long already.

you ask about all the more non-work related details of today—about the girls, what he ate today (and was it good? no? you laugh at that, and it makes his heart thump in his chest), did he enjoy the sunlight? because the weather was really nice, today. (he didn’t get a chance to, and you make geto promise to do so with you next time the weather is sunny and cool out). they’re all seemingly frivolous questions at random, but geto knows you just adore hearing him talk.

with the water warming up, he begins shedding his robes. it’s like you’re both in sync, the way you strip down right next to him. geto holds out a hand to slow you, grabbing your waist to help you into the shower so you don’t slip and fall—again. the silly consequence of being too hot on his heels while following him under the steamy stream of water.

it quiets down once you’re in the shower together. he’s tired from the day’s chores, and you’re simply happy to have your dearest suguru in your arms again. geto let’s you pamper him, massaging his scalp as you knead fingers and shampoo through his long mane. he pauses washing himself for a minute, content in watching you take care of him, enjoying your delicate touch beneath the hot water. you take note immediately, because you’re always so focused on suguru and everything he does.

“you’re spoiled.” and he can only laugh at your comment, and the playful pout on your lips.

“lucky me that it’s by my darling angel, then, hm?”, suguru leans down and murmurs, sneaking a quick kiss and smiling at the adorable scrunch of your face.

“mm.” a hum in agreement. “i love you, sugu.”, you tell him once, and press a smooch to his nose. he smells of sage and sandalwood.

“i love you so much.”, suguru whispers against your adoring smile, between your lips so his words may seep into every inner inch of your body. he squeezes your hips, pulling you a bit closer to bury his nose in your neck. it tickles.

with the shower finished, geto engulfs you in a towel first, and then himself. you do your nightly routine with him (or re-do, he would say. because geto knows you do it twice sometimes, intent on never letting him do his own before-bed activities alone.)

he lets you continue tending to his hair—drying it, brushing, and then tying it up, finally slipping a silk bonnet over his head to protect the pretty treasure beneath. you finish it off with yet another kiss to his forehead. and then you drag him along by the wrist, turning back to smile at him, and geto almost trips as you tug him down onto the bed.

“alright, c’mon!”. geto watches you get situated under the plush covers, then pat his usual spot besides you. “into bed, sleepyhead, you’ve been working all day. time for some rest.”

everything about you is perfect. you’re so doting, so loving, and so eager on top of it all. suguru loves you with his whole heart, his whole soul.

he slips beneath the sheets next to you, and you’re cuddled up to his chest immediately. you apparently both have the same idea as he leans down to kiss your forehead and you lean up to kiss his chin, resulting in a sudden peck on the lips. both of you giggle like children at the interaction, before he pulls you in for another kiss on the lips.

“i love you.”, you’re telling him again, and before he can even respond, “i love you so much, sugu.”

and geto let’s you confess your love to him again and again and again—over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles, anywhere you can think to press a gentle kiss to punctuate your love. you will tell him over and over until it’s all he can think about, branded as common knowledge into his brain so he never forgets.

your quiet acts of affection lull him to sleep, but suguru is sure to murmur one last ‘i love you, my angel’ before dozing off.

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[ihangelic]

BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECS

warnings. sfw & nsfw. legal line only. all categories sorted by oldest to youngest. this list includes my own works (i’m shameless). more works will be added overtime, so keep coming to look!

keycode. ⚠︎ = smut/suggestive, ☀︎ = fluff, ☾ = angst

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. if any authors tagged want their @ slashed or not be tagged again, please lmk! keep in mind this list is literally just my personal readings, so it’s not going to have an ‘even’ amount of anything.

under 1k:

☾, ☀︎ heartache by @zynz0 | contains. jaehyun x gn!reader, angst to fluff note. love me some satisfying angst

☀︎ we call it love by @nicholasluvbot | contains. taesan x fem!reader, fluff

⚠︎ untitled by @soobinskii | contains. sub!leehan x fdom!reader, smut note. author has written leehan exactly how i love sub!idols to be written: desperate, horny and adorable :(

⚠︎ untitled by @hazeytae | contains. stoner!leehan x afab!reader, smut

above 1k:

☀︎ ⚠︎ pretty boy by @hanfourz | contains. sungho x gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, christmas setting note. I JUST LOVED THIS IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND DOMESTIC IDK TT <3

⚠︎ baby blue by @camstqr | contains. virgin sub!sungho x fem!reader, smut, f2l note. this is 7.7k and i want to kiss author’s brain for it.

☀︎ evening glow by @loserlvrss | contains. riwoo x afab!reader, fluff, f2l note. this was written absolutely beautifully, author really knows how to paint a picture. also their backstory and coming to realize feelings and the decisions they made i found really relatable. there was just something so poetic yet raw about this work.

⚠︎ one more night by @heechwe | contains. ceo!jaehyun x fem ceo!reader, smut note. well written smut with a fun concept!

☀︎ forgotten grocery list by @loserlvrss | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, fluff

⚠︎ ☀︎ kiss culture by @ihangelic | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, clingy/sick jaehyun, fluff to smut, winter setting

⚠︎ ☀︎ pas de punk by @ihangelic | contains. punk!taesan x fem ballerina!reader, e2l, band au, smut, fluff

☀︎ almost, but not quite by @gluion | contains. leehan x gn!reader, fluff, s2l, university au note. i’m speechless while also having so much to say. this read like a coming-of-age movie, the scenes and choices of where to put a dialogue break— everything was so well thought out. (also, the moment i saw that author listed the marias and the neighborhood as the first two songs for the fic’s playlist, i knew it was gonna slap.) i was literally hooked on the first sentence— fish pun intended. the awkwardness was so endearing, how leehan constantly wanted to be around reader yet denied feelings, the ponyo references and fish/ocean analogies? a gorgeous, feel-good read.

⚠︎ sleepyhead by @blueberrybeomgyu | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. THIS IS MY SHIT! SOFT SEX- like idek how to describe it but i love when writers can write smut that’s so fuzzy and soft and warm?? literally have admired this writing style of smut for years and i can’t seem to do it. incredible writing.

⚠︎ mine to ruin by @ihangelic | contains. dom!leehan x fem!reader, smut note. one of my own works, but i really like this one! contains plushie humping and guided/mutual masturbation.

☀︎ more than a little bit by @jigeuminunbich | contains. leehan x fem!reader, fluff note. AHG I JUST LOVE THIS! the love confession was a great touch and was realistic and super cute to me!

⚠︎ distracted by @melohann | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. i think this is one— if not THE first bnd fic i’ve ever read and it’s one of my favs. rather cute for smut.

⚠︎ wet the bed by @0310s | contains. leehan x gn!reader, smut

☀︎ love and suds by @bananielle | contains. leehan x reader, fluff, comfort note. perfect for when you have a bad day, anxious, or just need to relax.

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Nighty-Night!

Ellie Williams x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: What sleeping and waking up next to Ellie would look like. (Fluff)

Warning: Mentions of sex like one time?

A/N: Enjoy, I wrote this in class! It’s short and rushed 🙁

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Soft breaths played in the background as you and your girlfriend huddled together into the sheets. It was early winter and late at night, specifically midnight. The weather was perfect. Blue light beeming in from the open window of your girlfriend’s window, it shed light to the dimly lit room. Being the only thing that was on was her mini lamp. Which provided little.

Ellie laid beside you, one leg inbetween yours as she nuzzled into your arms. Facing each other, you wrapped your arms around her and pulled the blanket to her shoulder. She looked like a baby, sleeping like it was her first time.

Your girlfriend had joined you a few minutes ago, why? Because she needed to finish one last round of her game. She was never one for sleeping early, she had rounds to finish. After a stressful match, she quickly turned off her console and came to nestle up beside you— even though she was practically laid ontop of you.

With her body going completely still and relaxed in your arms, she laid happily. Content with having you with her, playing with her hair and occasionally pecking her freckled face. Ellie loved these moments, when you both knew you loved and cared for each other without needing to utter a word. It was sweet.

Your girlfriend was on the verge of sleep, holding onto a thread— more so you— to keep herself awake. She needed to feel you, to not miss another second without you. Her arms tightened around you, causing you to shift closer ‘til the two of you were fully flushed against each other. Ellie’s warm forehead rested on your shoulder as you brushed through her hair. The woody scent of her shampoo fluttered into your nose and you graciously took it all in.

Slowly but surely, Ellie had given up on staying awake. And you couldn’t keep yourself from spoiling her adorable little face with a few extra kisses here and there. On her nose, cheek, forehead, and lips. On the last one, she reciprocated, kissing you back with the little energy she had. A small smile then appeared on her lips before she gave you one last peck.

You’d always had a thing for the way she showed affection, showed that she cared. Even though most of the times she was a sassy little brat, Ellie had these moments where she’d completely melt into you. Showing you her vulnerable and loving side.

“Nighty-night, Babe..” Breaking the silence, she whispered into you with softness in her tone and raspiness in her voice. “Goodnight..” And there it was, that completely relaxed and peaceful look on her, usually tense, face. (Even tenser when she was playing on the console.)

The birds outside chirped with the rising sun. That was you and Ellie’s natural alarm clock. Groggily opening your heavy eyelids, you meet the sight of Ellie asleep and ontop of you. She looked adorable and you couldn’t help but squeeze her squishy cheeks. You could lay there and watch her sleep forever and ever, and ever.

“Morning, sleepyhead..” You whispered out, fingers tangled into your girlfriend’s hair as you tried your best to brush our her disheveled tangles. Knowing Ellie, even facing your back towards her could get you in trouble. Whining would fill the room and she’d complain your ears off. She was needy as a ‘fucker in the mornings, needing to be in your bubble, in your personal space— which she claimed shouldn’t exist in the relationship.

After a few minutes of contently watching your girlfriend, she began to stirr and grumbled to herself. Green eyes landed on your face, admiring you for a second too long before she shifted to nuzzle into your neck. “Hey..” The raspiness in her voice was endearingly attractive, but you kept your focus on her and watched as she pulled the blanket over her exposed shoulder.

“How’d ya’ sleep?” Was the first question you asked her, “Awsome sause, you?..” She shot back, mainly in affection and confirmation.

The only reason Ellie had been sleeping early was because of you. Having someone to depend on was a first for your girlfriend, so letting you wash the stress off her body was appreciated. So much. And ever since you’d moved in with her, she’d forgotten about her console. Rarely on it, she claimed she’d rather annoy you. “What’s that?” She’d ask, peaking from behind you to see what you were cooking up for her. Even reading had become difficult— “So, I’m guessing that book’s more important than your baby?” She’d frown, feigning loneliness so you’d baby her. Speaking of babying, her favourite nickname that you’d given her was that. Baby.

Ellie knew she could be the clingiest person on earth whenever she wanted to be, laying ontop of you and cutting off circulation from your arms. You found it painfully adorable. “Just as awesome as you, Babe..” That was ninety-nine point ninty-nine percent false.

“Mm-hm.. this bed isn’t the best for two people. Surprised you slept good..” She was right, the mattress was definitely loved. A little too much.— Having sex on it multiple times probably wasn’t the best go. “Maybe you need a new one.” You murmured, playing with Ellie’s auburn locks. She let out a soft chuckle and shifted closer. “I’ll look online, pretty..”

Oh, and she definitely would. When it came to you, she didn’t fuck around. As they say, “If she wanted to, she would” Damn right. Ellie gave you everything you could ever want, even though it wasn’t anything too much. Logically, both of you had no business buying expensive watches and purses, especially as young adults. That didn’t stop her from buying you flowers almost every week from her drive home from work. She’d buy you the world if she could.

With a soft huff she raised her head, exposing her groggy expression and messed-up hair. You didn’t tease her, just stared deeply into her eyes, just as she was you. No words were needed in the moment, just comforting silence and warmth. Ellie reached out to gently run her knuckles over your cheeks and stopped by your ear, then her thumb ran down the side of your neck and stopped by your collarbone. Leaving your skin to tingle and your eyes to flutter.

Being stubborn and needy, Ellie had her ways of being affectionate and gentle. Especially in the morning, it was like she had this switch. One moment she was whining and desperately trying to keep you in bed, then, the next moment, she was quietly admiring you. Maybe that was a less.. obnoxious way of her keeping you next to her. It worked everytime, so you really couldn’t complain.

I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP WRITING ANOUT ELLIE, LIKE ITS SO BAD ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS HER!!?!??!? AND NOW IM GOING ON PINTEREST TO FIND WAYS TO BETTER MY FANFICS!!!!! Anyways someone save me from this curse.

[adiraargent]

Pillowtalk - Theodore Nott (Modern AU)

wc: 400 warnings: fluff, cuteness, established relationship, modern au summary: Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed

Theodore pushed the door open with a soft click, the apartment swathed in a gentle, dim light. His eyes immediately sought you out, nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow from the lamp nearby. You lay there, surrounded by a fortress of blankets, your features serene in slumber.

A tender smile graced his lips as he approached, marveling at the sight of you, the way your hair cascaded over the cushions, framing your peaceful face. The quiet rhythm of your breathing filled the room, and his heart swelled with affection.

He knelt beside you, admiring the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes brushed against your cheeks in the soft light. Theodore's fingers ghosted over the curve of your cheek, marveling at the warmth that radiated from you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, his voice barely audible, not wanting to disturb your tranquil state. You stirred slightly at the sound, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Teddy?" Your voice was drowsy, laced with warmth as you murmured his name, barely awake.

"Yeah, it's me," he chuckled softly, his heart melting at the sound of your sleepy voice.

With infinite care, Theodore gathered you into his arms, relishing the weight of you against him, the way you instinctively snuggled closer, seeking his comfort even in your slumber.

"You're so cozy," you mumbled, your words a mere whisper against his chest, barely coherent.

"I know, sweetheart, but your bed's waiting," he murmured back, his tone filled with affection as he carried you toward the bedroom.

The warmth of your body against his, the softness of your breath against his neck—it filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness.

"Thank you, Teddy," you murmured, your voice a soft sigh as he gently laid you down on the bed, tucking the covers around you with careful precision.

"Always," he replied, his voice laced with fondness as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight, my love."

You sighed contentedly, the sensation of his kiss lingering like a sweet promise, and snuggled deeper into the pillows, feeling the comfort of his presence even in his absence. Theodore stood by the bedside, watching over you with adoration, before finally dimming the lights and quietly slipping out so he could go have a quick shower before joining you in bed

[babyflorencee]

A Morning Made For Two

Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Harry stirred to the soft golden glow of the morning light spilling through the cracks of the curtains. For a moment, he simply lay there, the weight of the past seven months on tour slipping away as reality settled in: he was finally home. His gaze drifted to the figure beside him.

Y/n.

She was tucked beneath the blankets, her hair a chaotic nest against the pillow. Her cheek was squished slightly, her lips parted in an adorable pout, and the soft rise and fall of her chest was the only sound in the room. Harry felt his chest tighten—not with sadness, not with regret—but with the kind of overwhelming love that made it hard to breathe.

He couldn’t look away. For seven months, he’d woken up in sterile hotel rooms, his heart aching for moments like this. And now, here she was, so close that he could trace every freckle on her cheeks, every soft curve of her face.

“God, I've missed you” he murmured, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the serenity of the moment.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his hand hovering above her, like he couldn’t decide where to start. Finally, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her temple. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Y/n shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. A soft grumble escaping her lips as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.

Harry smirked, his heart fluttering at how endearing she looked. “Oh, so you’re just gonna ignore me?” he teased under his breath.

He began peppering kisses all over her face—her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her jawline. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Your husband’s home, and he demands your attention.”

“Mmm, too early,” She mumbled, her voice being muffled by the pillow. But as he kept kissing her face she weakly reached back, trying to swat him away from her. “Harry go away.”

He gasped in mock outrage. “Go away? After seven months? That’s the welcome I get?”

“Go away for five more minutes,” she tried to bargain, her voice still sounding half-asleep. “Then I’ll be nice to you, promise.”

Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, no, no, no. You’re not getting away that easily.” He shifted, his weight pinning her down but just enough to keep her from squirming. “You have five seconds to open those beautiful eyes, or I swear I’m gonna tickle you until you’re begging me for mercy.”

Y/n's eyes shot open instantly, narrowing at him with mock annoyance. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me bitch,” he said, his fingers twitching threateningly close to her sides, as he shot her a warning look.

“You’re a menace,” she grumbled, but a sleepy smile tugged at her lips.

“I’m your menace,” Harry shot back, leaning down to kiss her nose. “Good morning, my love.”

Y/n groaned dramatically, “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you married me anyway,” He countered, pulling her close so that she was flush against him. His arms wrapping around her, locking her in place. “Admit it, you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m not obsessed,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m moderately fond of you. There's a big difference.”

“Moderately fond, huh?” He nuzzled his face into her neck, his stubble grazing her skin, making her giggle. “Say it again, but this time without smiling.”

Y/n pressed her lips together, trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably. “Fine,” she relented, laughing softly. “Maybe I’m a little obsessed.”

“That's what I thought.” He leaned down to kiss her, long and slow, until her laughter melted into a contented sigh. “Now say good morning back to me.” He demanded, with a pout.

“Good morning,” she replied begrudgingly, though the warmth in her tone betraying her.

Harry settled back against the pillows, pulling her closer until her head was tucked beneath his chin. His arms wrapping around her body securely, like he was afraid that if he didn't, she would just disappear.

“You were staring at me, weren’t you?” She teased.

“Guilty,” Harry admitted. “I couldn’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re asleep. You snore, by the way.”

“I do not!” She gasped, smacking his chest.

“You totally do,” he teased, kissing the top of her head. “But it’s adorable, so don’t worry about it.”

Y/n let out a groan, burying her face against his chest. “I can’t believe I married you.”

Harry laughed, the sound low and warm. “Oh, you can’t believe it? I was the one punching above my weight, sweetheart. So you’re stuck with me now.”

She tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes soft and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

For a while, they just laid there, limbs tangled together, the outside world completely forgotten.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked, her fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his chest.

“This,” He said without hesitation. “All day. Just you, me, this bed, and maybe some pancakes later if you’re nice to me.”

“Only if you’re making them,” She teased.

“Deal.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I missed this so much. Missed you. Missed waking up next to you.”

“I missed you too,” She said, her voice soft as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, her lips lingering, trying to mentally memorize this moment.

“I hated waking up without you,” Y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Harry's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. “I know baby. I hated it too. But I’m here now. Right where I belong.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence being filled with the rhythmic sound of their breathing and the occasional distant chirp of the birds outside. The golden morning light painted soft shadows across their faces, as if the universe itself was wrapping them up in its warm embrace.

Y/n broke the silence, a playful grin on her face. “Alright, husband, if this is the plan, you better bring your A-game in the kitchen. Seven months away doesn’t excuse bad cooking.”

Harry chuckled, his laughter rumbling against her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m bringing nothing but five-star, gourmet-level cooking. But fair warning: you’re gonna be stuck doing the dishes.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t just bribe you into doing them,” she countered, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” he asked, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

She grinned, leaning in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “You know how persuasive I can be.”

Harry let out groan, rolling them both over so that she was pinned beneath him, causing her to laugh as he peppered her face with kisses. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Moderately fond of me now?” She teased breathlessly, her laughter bubbling up as he grinned down at her.

“Completely obsessed,” he corrected, his lips finding hers in a slow, tender kiss.

[silvergyus]

9:26pm

pairing: husband!soobin x wife!reader

summary: all the teachers at your kids' school have a crush on soobin- but you're the lucky wife that he comes home to

warnings: soobin & y/n are parents, breeding kink + creampie, oral (sb receiving), fingering (y/n receiving), use of “baby” for soobin, use of "baby/ my love/ my pretty wife" for y/n

word count: 2,500+

author's note: kinda mushy smut with feelings. directly inspired by how good he looked for the Jakarta soundcheck. this work is 18+

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Soobin picks up the kids from school still dressed from work, his blue- collared polo shirt hugging his narrow frame. He’s all packed into his slim, crisp jeans. All of the teachers standing outside with their classes harbor not-so-secret crushes on him as they wait for parents to take their students home for the day.

These obvious little crushes give you a mischievous pride when walking arm-in-arm with him for parent-teacher conferences, have you preening when you sit beside him to watch your kids’ in the school play. That’s your husband that all the young teachers want, but you’re the one that gets to go home with him.

And go home with him you do.

You say goodnight to both your kids, tucking them safely in bed after brushing their teeth and reading them bedtime stories. You help with one kid, Soobin helps with the other. You make a great team and your kids absolutely adore him. He’s wrapped around their little fingers and he’ll do whatever they ask. Their chubby cheeks and deep dimples are nearly impossible to say no to.

You have to step in when you see Soobin hesitate- your daughter’s big boba eyes begging to stay up just a little bit longer. “Not tonight sleepyhead, you have school again in the morning.” You reply, kissing her forehead before shooting your husband a stern look to not play along with the kids this time.

“Yeah,” he quickly gets the message, “you have to sleep so you can be ready to learn all those big new words for the spelling test.” He leans in to your child’s ear but you can still hear him whisper “but I think you’re gonna ace it anyway.”

With big smiles and lots of kisses, you finally close the door to the kids’ room for the night. They’re little, so it’s still pretty early.

You let out a contented sigh. Finally, your busy day of work and motherhood has given you time to relax, just you and your perfect husband. Soobin had left for work earlier than usual this morning, so you haven’t had him to yourself once yet today, until now.

---- He’s sat on the couch, still in his work clothes but finally relaxing for the night. He’s re-watching an anime on the tv, the volume low so as to not wake up the kids. You finish up your task in the kitchen before coming to join him by the tv.

He glances up at you as you walk in the room, smiling in greeting. You sit on the armchair so you can watch both the tv and him, your eyes darting between the two. You take him in, the long, long lines of his body as he splays out, legs spread enough for you to see the shape of his bulge between them. He isn’t hard, but he’s still big.

You haven’t had alone time with Soobin in a while. Back to school is always such a stressful time as parents and right now all you want is him.

You slip off the chair and begin slowly crawling towards your husband. Soobin looks at you, confusion on his face. The distance isn’t far and you're soon kneeling in front of him. His attention is solely on you, the TV a long-forgotten background noise.

He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb gently across your face. “What are you thinking about my love?”

You lean into his touch, the soft caress a familiar comfort. “Missed you.”

He laughs a little at that. “But I haven’t been anywhere.”

“I can still miss you.” You turn into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. “Plus, I really have missed you,” you say, reaching to palm his bulge over his jeans.

He hisses softly at your touch. “I see. I've missed you too baby.”

You hum, feeling content as he moves his hand to play with your hair. You continue playing with him through his jeans, feeling him start to grow hard, tracing the shape of his cock underneath. You press one long, closed mouth kiss to the imprint and you can feel Soobin’s breath hitch.

“Can you stay quiet for me?” You ask, your eyes big and reflecting in the low light. He nods and you unbutton his pants. He lifts his hips a little, easing the process as you tug them low. You want to kiss him so bad but don’t want to move from this position just yet. You have him where you want him so you’ll just have to wait.

After freeing his cock you can’t help but tease him, pressing sweet kisses to his hips, thighs and lower tummy. He does his best to stay quiet, clamping down whines as you continue to avoid touching him where he needs you the most.

When you finally do turn your attention to his cock, it’s half-hard with a pretty bead of precum glinting at the tip. You dart your tongue out to lick it off, earning a quiet moan from your pretty husband. “Shh, shh, stay quiet for me baby,” you remind him.

You hold his cock in your hands, feeling the warmth in your palms as you press another closed-mouth kiss to his shaft and another on the tip before you open your mouth. You look up at him to tease him again, placing the head on your tongue and staring up at him, unmoving.

“Please baby,” he whispers, stroking your hair, “make me feel good.”

You can’t resist when he asks so pretty so you take him into your mouth, licking and sucking at the tip. His hands come up to muffle his moans. He’s never been quiet, especially not when you’re on your knees for him, but he knows if he’s loud you’ll stop, or worse, he’ll wake the kids.

You continue your ministrations, bringing a hand up to pump near the base while your other strokes his thigh. His hand in your hair grips hard, pulling you back for a second before you take him deep in your throat.

Beneath your hand you can feel his muscles clench as he physically holds back his moans. You look up at him as you drag your tongue up his shaft. His head is thrown back, relishing in the feeling of your mouth. You love the way he acts when you suck him off- head empty as he takes it in, pretty noises falling more freely from his lips. It makes you crave him in your mouth, makes you want to have him like this all the time.

You move your hand from where it rests on his thigh, slipping it down to firmly grip his balls, applying an even squeeze while you suckle on the head of his cock.

Soobin’s breath hitches in a strangled gasp. You squeeze him again, taking him further in your mouth as you do. He stifles a moan but it’s still loud. You stop for a second, pulling off of him completely. The two of you pause, listening for any little feet on the carpet upstairs. When the coast is clear- no noise means kids are still in bed, you pull yourself up off the floor.

“I think that’s enough of that, since someone can’t stay quiet,” you tease as you climb into his lap. His hands come to settle on your ass, holding you in place.

“Mmm, but how can I stay quiet when you make me feel so good?” He kisses you finally and it feels like the world has settled. The busy day behind you forgotten as he fills your senses. His lips trail down your throat and you let out a soft sigh as he sucks gently on the skin. You can feel him smile before he hums and asks you if you can stay quiet for him now.

He looks at you as you nod.

The two of you have been together for years, married with two beautiful kids, but no matter how many times you’ve taken his cock, Soobin still needs to prep you. He’s big. You could see him through his jeans, feel his heavy weight in your hands. As much as you want him inside you, you know you need to wait.

You had changed out of your work clothes into your “comfy clothes” as soon as you got home. Clad now in a tank top and shorts, Soobin had much easier access to your body as you did to his. He tugged down the elastic waist of the shorts, giving him room to pull them to the side, away from your already wet pussy. Your breath hitched as his fingers made contact with your folds. Everything about your husband was big, his fingers long as he teased you, tracing lines through your wetness and circling your clit.

“Keep your eyes on me baby, okay?”

He pulled two fingers through your folds before roughly pressing his thumb to your clit. You fell forward, head resting on his shoulder as you bit back a gasp.

He chuckled as you reset yourself. “I said to keep your eyes on me.”

You shook your head at his teasing before leaning in for a kiss. He swallowed your quiet moan when he finally pressed two of his long fingers into you. He pumped them in, letting you adjust to the intrusion before you wiggled your ass and pushed your hips back, asking for more.

It was your turn to stifle your moans as he picked up speed, curling his fingers to press where you wanted most. His fingers were long and you could feel him so deep inside, but still you knew that this wasn't enough, not when his cock was hot on your thigh, beads of precum dripping on your skin. “Soobin, please,” you struggled to keep your voice low, “please give it to me.”

His movements slowed, fingers moving out of you. He held his hand up towards the lamp, watching the way your wetness caught the light. “So wet for me.”

You moaned as you watched him stroke his cock with your wetness. You leaned forward to kiss him again. “Always for you.”

You held your shorts and panties to the side as he lined himself up with your entrance, fat tip pressing against your folds.

You looked into his eyes, warm with love and admiration. You’re sure yours looked the same. After years with Soobin, he was still the only one you wanted, and you still wanted him as badly now as you did on day one. You slowly sunk down on his cock, feeling the stretch even after his fingers, and the two of you moaned together. Voices holding back to keep quiet, but hearts finding the meaning nonetheless.

Once you were impaled on his cock you paused, adjusting to his size. You were full, so full and so completely blissed out.

“Feels good baby?”

“So good.”

Soobin hummed, satisfied. He tugged down the side of your tank top to expose your breast, the cool air causing your nipple to perk up. His thumb grazed the bud as his other hand, still resting on your hip and ass, guided you to move your hips. You began to slowly rock on him, your hands finding his shoulders for balance as he ducked his head to capture your nipple in his mouth.

His tongue was hot as he licked and sucked, leaving a hickey to bloom against the swell of your breast.

He pulled back, saliva dripping from his swollen lips, looking fucked out even as you had just started riding his cock. You moved quicker, bouncing on his lap, feeling him so big and so deep inside of you. This was what you wanted, what you needed even though you hadn’t realized it.

You squeezed around him and Soobin moaned. "Baby, look so good for me, taking my cock so well," he grabbed your breast roughly, "showing off for me." He placed another kiss to your chest.

"Wanted you so bad Soobin," you whisper, your breathing uneven as you ride him.

"Lemme help you baby." He moved his hands under your ass, holding you up. You whined from the lack of movement.

"Shhh, gotta stay quiet." He said smugly before sharply thrusting up into you. Your moan was strangled; you tried your best to keep it quiet but the feeling of him so deep inside was euphoric.

He took over, thrusting up into you from below. You could feel the rough brush of his denim against your thighs where you had pulled it down before. You were sure the skin would be sensitive there after this but right now all you wanted was Soobin's thick cock to fill you up. You wanted to be full of him and his cum, have him surround you inside and out.

His pace was quick and brought you both to the edge of orgasm quickly. Neither of you realized how badly you needed this, how the busy last few weeks had made you crave one another like teenagers.

Soobin's hips pounded into you steadily, his hand groping and squeezing your chest.

“Need you, need you,” you repeated like a mantra as you neared your high.

“You have me,” Soobin whispered, “I’m all yours.”

His thumb found your clit and the circles he rubbed brought you over the edge. Your mouth found his shoulder as you felt your release wash over you, hoping it was enough to muffle your cries. Your body shook from the feeling of him all around you.

“Hmmf, baby,” he struggled as your walls pulsed around him, still fucking into you through your orgasm, “gonna put another baby in you.”

You looked at him again, still dazed and riding out your high. “Please- want it so bad.”

His hips thrust erratically up into you as he reached his high, trying to quiet his moans with his hand. You pulled it away to kiss him.

You pulled away, grabbing his shiny black hair, damp now with sweat, pulling him to look you in the eyes. “Soobin, need you to cum in me.”

His breath was hot against your ear as he snapped his hips against you, “My pretty wife, gonna take all my cum.”

His release came with a sharp thrust as he shot ropes of cum inside you. His hands wrapped around you in a hug, holding you as close as possible as he came inside. Fighting overstimulation, you rocked your hips, helping him through the end of his orgasm. Again and again you felt his hot cum shoot inside you.

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, wrapped around one another in a loving embrace. You didn’t want to move; if you could stay like this forever you would.

You felt his cum drip down, out of you, and you knew it was time to clean up. You stroked his head, “hey baby?”

“Mmm, just a little longer. Love you so much.” He was always sappy after he came.

“I love you too,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “but we don’t want to ruin the couch.” You settled back on your hips, loosening the hug, though his hands still held you, “let’s go to bed my love.”

----

After cleaning yourselves up under the warmth of a shared shower, kisses pressed to lips and soapy hugs shared between you, you fell asleep in the arms of your perfect husband.

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[hearts4werka]

My eyes slowly flutter open while the sunlight pools into my and Matthew's shared bedroom through the curtains over the windows as the morning hours strike, glancing at my current surroundings I see the form of sleeping Matthew next to me with his tattoed arm softly draped over my waist. I can't help but stare at his adorable sleeping face for a few minutes, pbserving and taking in his facial features shadowed by the sunlight occupying the space around us in the moment.

Turning my head to lay flat against the soft pillow sitting currently beneath my head, I stare at the ceiling and come up with an idea to prepare breakfast and since Nick and Chris will be arriving later today to visit before they both have to attend to some meetings regarding their brands, I havent been told much yet but hope to get slightly more educated when they do arrive.

I pull the duvet away from my body, ready to exit the bed and start my day but Matthew’s hand that was previously laying down on my waist tightens its grip and subconsciously pulls me closer into his chest, holding me captive as he slowly stirs awake himself and buries his face into my hair as I hear him mumble something into them but I can’t quite make out the words.

“What was that, sleepyhead?” I ask softly, taking my eyes away from the ceiling and now on him, noticing him slowly coming back to consciousness and waking up from his slumber.

“…five more minutes” He repeats more clearly for me to understand him this time in a slight whine, his face still buried in my hair as I notice him inhaling the scent of them in that moment, still remaining half asleep and not fully awake yet.

When the words ‘five more minutes’ in that whiny tone from sleepy Matthew, knowing very well that in his state right now im not getting far with this conversation so I just chuckle under my breath at how clingy he's being and especially in the morning. Accepting my faith I place a soft kiss on his forehead and snuggle further into his chest, giving into his wishes.

“Only five more minutes, after that I gotta get up. Okay?” I clarified, glancing over at him to make sure he understands me but the only answer I receive is a groan of approval. Nodding his head against the top of my head as he softly pulls me impossibly closer into his chest as he can.

“I love you.” I whisper against his chest as I feel a smile growing on his face thats cuddled up into my hair, our bodies melting together as heat radiates off them and transfers them to the other persons skin, making it slightly tingle.

“Love you too.” He muttered as we continued to cuddle up against each other, suddenly I feel a hand starting to tickle me in ticklish places on my body. Out of instinct my body jerks away from the hand, while Matthew giggles under his breath and continuing his tickle assault.

The sudden tickles make me burst out in laughter as I return them, poking at his chest and starting to tickle him as well. Both of us end up as two laughing messes on the bed after only a few minutes passing by, I adore mornings like these with Matthew laughing next to me.

@hearts4werka

authors note: just a random blurb I wrote today in class out of boredom and while writing the drug dealer Chris fic and I might make it like three parts or two bc I’m writing their meeting rn and I don’t want it to be very long since the first part is already longer that I thought it would be so just say if y’all want it to be two parts of nah, luv y’all so much

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[pinkslipxox]

Morning Bliss:

Summary: Billie is super affectionate to you after a night of passion ❤️🙈

Warnings: fluffy Billie 💋🤭🥰

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The morning sun streamed through the curtains of Billie’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden hue across the cozy space. The air was filled with a lingering sense of intimacy and love, remnants of the passionate night they had shared. Billie lay in bed, her raven black hair fanned out on the pillows, a content smile gracing her lips as she felt the soft weight of her girlfriend, Y/N, nestled against her side.

Y/N stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to find Billie watching her with adoration. As their gazes met, Y/N felt her heart swell, and a smile broke across her face.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good morning, mama,” Billie replied, her voice low and silky, filled with affection. Without hesitation, Billie leaned in closer, capturing Y/N’s lips in a lingering kiss that sent a shiver of joy through her. Their connection was electric, a bond that felt both profound and effortless.

As the kiss deepened, Y/N melted against Billie, savoring the warmth of her girlfriend's body. Billie’s hands roamed gently, caressing Y/N’s waist with a tenderness that left her breathless. “Last night was incredible,” Billie murmured against Y/N’s lips, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and love.

“You were amazing,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing with warmth. The memory of their passionate night together lingered in the air around them, wrapping them in a blissful cocoon of affection.

In a playful mood, Billie tilted her head and began to plant soft kisses along Y/N’s neck, teasingly nipping at her skin. Y/N giggled at the sensation, her entire body alive with the intimacy of the moment. “Billie, that tickles!” she squealed, squirming playfully.

“Tickles in the best way,” Billie shot back, her lips curling into a cheeky grin as she continued her gentle assault, peppering kisses from Y/N's collarbone up to her jawline. “You’re just so perfect, I can’t help myself.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter at the way Billie adored her, each kiss and touch making her feel cherished. The room was filled with a warm ambiance, a safe harbor where they could be completely themselves. Billie pulled back just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes, her expression soft and full of affection.

“You know you’re my favorite person, right?” she whispered, her voice dripping with sincerity.

“Always,” Y/N replied, her voice softening as she leaned in for another kiss, this one more tender, full of the love they shared. It tasted like sweetness, like everything they had built together.

Billie then shifted her focus, gently kissing down Y/N’s body, trailing soft, feather-light kisses across her collarbone and down towards her breasts. Every touch was delicate, imbued with a sense of reverence that made Y/N gasp softly, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Billie…” she breathed, overwhelmed with affection and warmth. The way Billie looked at her, with those vibrant eyes full of love and admiration, made Y/N feel like the only person in the world. “You’re too much.”

“Just for you, baby,” Billie replied with a soft chuckle, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper as she nuzzled into Y/N’s softness, relishing in their intimacy. “My sweet girl.”

Y/N ran her fingers through Billie’s hair, lost in the bliss of the moment. She adored how Billie could switch effortlessly from playful to gentle, always knowing just how to make her feel cherished. “You’re so soft, Billie,” Y/N murmured, her voice laced with affection.

“And you’re my reason for everything,” Billie said, looking up at her, sincerity glowing in her emerald eyes.

As they cuddled closer, enveloped in the warmth of their love, they shared soft kisses, each one more intimate than the last. The world outside faded away, and in that moment, they were simply Billie and Y/N—two souls in love, lost in their own paradise.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered, pressing her forehead against Billie’s, their breaths mingling together in a blissful harmony.

“I love you more, mama,” Billie replied, wrapping her arms tightly around Y/N, pulling her even closer. Together, they laid there, hearts intertwined, ready to face whatever the day might bring—together, united by an unbreakable bond and an ocean of love.

[puppycassie]

Hey! Sorry for asking but I love the way you write YBG'S headcannons so I was wondering...

How would Peter react to us walking in our sleep? (I tend to sleepwalk every now and then, specially when I'm out of my comfort zone, so this could be pretty interesting)

♡ i'm so glad you like it, sweetheart!! no need to apologise, I love love love getting asks , here you go!!

! even though there's no nsfw in this, your boyfriend is an 18+ game, so the 18+ only rule still applies lovelies <3 ! 🎀🩷

some of my headcanons for peter with a sleepwalking reader ♡

♡ would honestly find it so adorable, chuckling at you slightly before doing anything else

♡ follows you around, he couldn't live with himself if he let his darling get hurt after all

♡ scoops you up in his arms gently and presses kisses to your forehead before carrying you back to bed with him

♡ sometimes records it and shows it to you in the morning, telling you how cute you looked

♡ of course, this embarrasses you slightly, but that makes it even more fun for peter "awe, you're so shy, baby,"

♡ speaks to you sweetly in your half conscious state

♡ sometimes says things that he wouldn't normally say to you when you're fully awake, enjoying the risk of if you'd remember it or not

♡ "where are you going, sleepyhead?"

♡ won't let himself fall asleep until he's completely sure that you're settled, not wanting you to accidentally slip or hurt yourself

♡ holds you tightly once you're back in bed with him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him

♡ if he knew that it was something that occurred when you were uncomfortable, he would do his best to soothe you

♡ "shh, its okay, precious." "I've got you." "just get some rest, I'm right here"

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[asunflowerana]

07:15 AM — Miya Atsumu

summary: you have plans with your family, but your clingy husband thinks otherwise.

The chip of birds visiting the orange trees outside gently awakens you. With your eyelids half open, you can see them through the bedroom window, the sun’s rays helping to clear the vision. You smile as you spot two brown ones with yellow bellies, chirping at each other as if in casual conversation.

You have been waiting for this Saturday. With your sister-in-law’s help, you finally set up a family picnic in the cherry tree square for today, accompanied by your husbands. It’s been a while since you last saw them, and now that you and Atsumu have returned from a vacation trip, it’s the ideal time to rejoin.

Tsumu tried to pretend he didn’t miss his brother, but everybody knows he’s the neediest twin. You even had to cook an onigiri in the middle of the Bahamas, just to quit his whines about the spicy food.

Now thinking of food, you remember you still need to pack the picnic basket. Knowing Osamu, he’ll bring a lot of homemade food — you’re already salivating with the thought —, but you still want to contribute with some snacks and drinks. Maybe bring a cool lemonade and mini croissants from the bakery across the street. Tsumu loves the bread there, especially those stuffed with cream cheese and ham.

You slowly lift your torso, supported by your elbows as you try to check out the time on the nightstand's clock. 07:00 AM. Alright, you now have fifty minutes to pack things, take a shower, get ready, and wake up your sleepyhead husband.

 Let's do this.

“No.” A pair of strong, familiar arms tighten around your middle, preventing you from leaving further.“Go back to sleep.”

There he is. Looking like a sleepy child, your husband snuggles into you, pressing his nose on the back of your neck. You can feel his calm breathing hitting your shoulder, and by the constancy, he’ll end up falling asleep soon again.

It’s amuzing how, even unconscious, he misses your presence.

His bear hold at least allows you to turn your body in his direction, facing the man you grow to love each day that passes by. You adore every single detail of him: his chubby cheeks pressed again the pillow, his disheveled blond hair, his thick eyebrows that look adorable when he frowns or raises in awe, and even his half-open mouth, a gap for the drool that slowly comes out of it.

Honestly, you could admire him for the rest of the day. 

But you need to go.

“Tsumu…” You murmur, pressing a kiss on his nose. “We need to get up, baby.”

He whines, tucking his head into the valley of your neck without breaking his grip on your body. You chuckle in response, preparing yourself to deal with his childish side. 

Sof lips are pressed into your skin. “No, we don’t.”

You sigh, hands making a path toward his scalp, and you start kneading his locks. “Yes, we do. We have a picnic with Samu and his wife today, remember?”

“Let’s ditch.”

You giggle at his proposal, and he raises his head to face you with a lazy smirk. Atsumu loves to make you giggle.

“G'mornin .” He mumbles flirty, getting closer to join your lips in a slow kiss, his warm hands caressing around the length of your back. There’s nothing better than a good morning kiss to start the day, that’s what he always says.

“Mornin’ baby.” You peck his lips one more time before parting, and he gazes at you with so much love, that you wonder if you’ve ever seen someone look like that to their partner. You lower your hand to caress his face, making him close his eyes in delight, leaning into your touch to enjoy the most of this heavenly feeling.

But his pleasure doesn't last long.

“Now, how about we get ready for the day?”

“Why do we have to go?” He complains with a frown paired with a small pout, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Because we haven’t seen them in a long time, baby. Don’t you wanna see your brother?”

“We’ve seen each other before, one more day won’t hurt anyone.” He protests, holding you closer and catching your lips in a stolen peck. “I want to be with you.”

“But we already spend every day together.” You counter.

“And that’s why I married ya. Now, can ya please let me enjoy my wife in peace?”

You can't hold back your laughter, not believing the husband you got, but accepting your defeat nonetheless, there’s no way you can beat Atsumu when he's like that.

And it's not that bad. Your original plan may be ruined, but in the end, you definitely won’t regret spending more time in your husband’s arms.

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